In the shadows of the night, it calls,
An insidious whisper, a silent plea,
Binding tightly with invisible chains,
A relentless grip that won’t set me free.

The mind, a battlefield of desire,
Torn between solace and despair,
A fleeting moment of false fire,
Leaving only emptiness to bear.

Eyes glazed with a hollow stare,
Seeking solace in a fleeting high,
The heart, a prisoner in its lair,
Locked in a web of endless lie.

Yet hope lingers in the distant light,
A beacon for the weary soul,
To break free from the endless fight,
And finally, feel truly whole.